Posted: 19 October 2007 at 12:42am | IP Logged

Wat noem 'n mens 'n slim blonde??

'n labrador.

Posted: 08 November 2007 at 4:19pm | IP Logged

Paddy and his missus are lying in bed listening to the next door
neighbor's dog barking. It had been barking for hours and hours.

Suddenly Paddy jumps up out of bed and says "I've had enough of this".
He goes downstairs.

Paddy finally comes back up to bed and his wife says, "The dog is
still barking. What have you been doing?"

Paddy says "I've put the dog in our yard . Fookin' see how THEY like it !"

Posted: 08 November 2007 at 4:20pm | IP Logged

Op 'n dag stuur die boer vir ou Phillemon uit om die kragdrade op sy plaas te gaan inspekteer.
Die boer sę hy moet so met die pale langs loop en kyk of alles reg is.

Die boer gee toe vir hom 'n cellphone en se hy moet net bel as hy erens 'n
probleem kry.

So gaat ou Phillemon in die pad af op pad na die lyne. Nie lank nie lui
die boer se cellphone...

Boer antwoord : "ja Phillemon?"

Phillemon : "Baas, Baas! Groot K@k!"

Boer : "Wat's Fout?"

Phillemon : "Die storie hy's so baas, ek lop nog so toe kom daar die groot lau uit die bos en hy jag my. Ek klim toe by die eerste paal op, en nou hy sit en wag vir my daar onder!"

Boer : " Lau, Phillemon? Wat vir 'n ding is 'n lau?"

Phillemon : "Die Lau baas, Die Lau!"

Boer : "Ja, maar wat is die Lau???"

Phillemon : "Die Lau baas, die lau met die hare en die tande baas!"
Boer krap bietjie kop, nie heeltemal seker waaroor ou Phillemon so aan
die gang is nie.

Boer : "Phillemon, luister nou vir my, kyk af en dan verduidelik jy vir my
hoe lyk die lau."

Phillemon, na so 'n rukkie: "Baas, die lau hy lyk f*kkin honger, baas!"

Posted: 08 November 2007 at 4:21pm | IP Logged

An old man turned 115 and was being interviewed by a reporter
for the local paper. During the interview the reporter
noticed that the yard was full of children of all ages
playing together. A very pretty girl of about 19 served
the old man and the reporter, keeping them in fresh tea and
running errands for them.

"Are these your grandkids?" the reporter asked.

"Naw, sir, they all be my younguns," the old man replied
with a sly grin.

"Your kids?" said the reporter. "What about this beautiful
young lady who keeps bringing us tea? Is she one of your
children too?"

"Naw, sir," said the old man. "She be my wife."

"Your wife?" said the surprised reporter. "But she can't be
more than 19 years old."

"Thass right," said the old man with pride.

"Well, surely you can't have a sex life with you being 115
and she being only 19," the reporter remarked.

"Naw, sir, " said the old man. "We have sex every night.
Every night two of my boys helps me on it, and every morning
six of my boys helps me off."

"Wait just one minute," said the newspaperman. "Why does it
only take two of your boys to put you on, but it takes six
of them to take you off?"

"Cause," the spry old man said with a balled fist,
"I fights 'em."

Posted: 08 November 2007 at 4:23pm | IP Logged

how a blond sees a supercar

 ......... if its parked at teh SUPERMARKET and its a CAR...